Felix Feneon (1861-1944) seems to have had quite a colourful life. He was, at various times, a clerk, an art critic and dealer, an accused (and acquitted) terrorist conspirator, a journalist, a publisher, a translator and a writer.
This collection of very small stories, all from his journalistic work in 1906, are, literally, three lines long apiece, and are intriguing, entertaining and often horrifying all at once. Many of the stories are about crime and violence, and it's amazing just how many murders, fires, thefts and incidents of GBH were happening all around him in the cities and towns and rural France. It's difficult to keep in mind all the way through that they are all factual, because the brevity and colourful content makes them read like demonic poetry.
I've never read anything else like it. The NYRB edition is an excellent, high quality paperback with a substantial introduction and biography of Feneon, as well as a fetching photographic portrait of him as a dandy in a top hat.